Trapped In Life

Death Did Not Come For Her (Part 6) - May 5, 2027 000

A dark figure walked into the library looking over the paperwork left there. His thin fingers moved the crime scene photos where Kaitlyn had left them. He remembered that night far too well. He was not supposed to be picking her up. She was not supposed to be dead. It was not her time. Yet, there he had been. Nothing could save her when he got there. The savior she was supposed to have was not there to save her.

Her soul was cowering in the corner watching. He took the memories from her soul. There was no need for her to remember watching the beating being given to her body. All she needed to remember was darkness. He stood between her and her body and killer. His darkness enveloping her to keep her soul safe. He frowned. This was not the written plan.

He shook his head to bring his thoughts back to the present. It was easy to slip between time periods and places when distracted. “Why are we here?” he said softly to the darkness. His voice resonates deeply and smoothly.

“We are here because of the wrongs that were and will be done here.”

He looks at the photos again as he said “I couldn’t leave her here.”

“No, you are not to blame. However, I know you didn’t take her forward”

“She wouldn’t be accepted. I couldn’t put her through that after the trauma her soul had already been through. I made her forget what she saw, but I couldn’t make her go forward when they would not accept her yet.”

The soft female voice paused before she spoke again “So you still have her.”

“Yes,” he said raising his head beneath the black hood of the black hoodie. “What are you proposing?”

“You’ve been called for another here soon.”

He tilted his head as his red eyes shown in the darkness against his pale skin. “Yes,” he said after several moments. “But not here. It will be in another location.”

“How is she to die?”

“You know I don’t have insight into that. I only take the souls after they are called. You have to ask others for how it shall happen,” his voice had a tinge of anger as it raises slightly above a whisper.

Another voice joined them softly saying “Her body will be undamaged other than bruises and lacerations. Nothing that will leave a scar or would not heal if she lived.   What is your thought Themis?”

“I am curious too, Themis,” he said returning to the whisper volume.

The first female voice went to answer softly saying “Perhaps Anara can find new life.”

“We don’t do that,” his voice said as his eyes flashed red.

“Hear me out,” Themis said while her own eyes flashed blue in the darkness around her. There is no hint or outline of her skin and form. “You have a soul out of time. Her life clock is paused because it was not time for death to take her. She can’t go forward till it is stopped. Her thread has not been cut, has it Atropos?”

“No,” said the other female voice. “My sister determined its length, but time to cut it has not come. Because she was taken out of time, there is a knot there. She is on pause as they say.”

“What you two are proposing has never been done,” he said disbelievingly.

."It is not forbidden therefore can be done,” Themis said proclaiming justice to it as she continued. “She had years stolen from her. Her destiny interrupted and stopped without cause. We are only setting things right.”

“It isn’t that easy,” Atropos said breaking into Themis’ proclamation. “There were things which she has lost completely now. We can not give her this one’s destiny. Once unpaused, her life will have to be rewoven. There will be a draw to those in her past and those who should have been. It is more complicated than you make it sound Themis. Lachesis and Clotho will have to recreate her life from the pause point on. Does she really deserve such an unconditional gift?”

Once again the formless Themis’ eyes glow blue in the darkness. Anger takes her tone as she speaks “Did she deserve to be taken out of time? She did not ask for this. It was unjust what was done to her. Most who are murdered have their threads cut. There has never been one uncut. Can you explain that Atropos? Why did you not do your job?”

The unseen woman gasped softly at the accusation. She had knotted the thread and not cut it, yes, but it had been after the events. “I was ordered not to,” she said softly to the other two.

“By…” Themis started to say then stopped. She knew there were very few who could halt the Moirai and stay the hands of fate.

“Arguing the past never brings solves anything,” he said with soft undertones of finality. “I propose a time of adjustment. A test so to speak for your solution.”

“Yes,” Themis and Atropos said together.

“Then we are agreed,” he said looking towards their disembodied voices.

“Yes, we are.”

“Atropos, you and your sisters have a task to do. You should be going so the three of you can go over the existing thread before you adjust it for the years she has lost.”

There was no answer to the statement. A soft wind blew through the room causing the papers on the desk to move slightly while his hood billowed around his head. His pale skin glowed in the darkness of the room. He knew it was her only way to express her frustration at him.

Themis wasn’t going to leave so easily. “What do you plan to do for your little test?” she said to him.

“It will be just. I wouldn’t do anything to make you trouble,” he said answering her. She wanted to press him further, but this was not the place and time. His tone told her he wouldn’t give her more information. She let her blue eye glow her aggravation at him before she disappeared from the library.

Now he stood there alone again. He looked down at the picture of the dead woman in her casket after the reconstruction of her head so people couldn’t see how damaged it was. He sighed as he picked it up. “A just test which will be easy for you to pass if you adjust quickly my dear,” he said before setting the picture down over the crime scene pictures.

Lightning crashed outside the house filling the library with light giving form to his shape. A tall, pale man with dark, shoulder-length hair revealed by the air blowing through the library. He pulled his hood back over his head before turning from the table. He walked towards the office door as he disappeared as well.

The house was left in silence to its only inhabitant.